Adaptive captivation of the senses
In freedoms that were never quite defined  
With rapidity of infinitesimal chaos
In a fall so exponentially refined
Be it into love, or into madness?
The truth of which depends upon the free
In elation or in never ending sadness
Love ravages, then throws away the key

We’ve locked away within such sainted chambers
The essence of what true love used to be
Inviting in the ones who slowly **** us
While yearning for the one who sets us free
This emptiness that still screams from within us
To the point of desperation and denial
Convinces mental masses we’re unlovable
Even when there’s one who loves us all the while

Our hearts cry out for love we’ve always dreamed of
Not seeing love is more than just a dream
For no true love will ever be so perfect
It’s built on both the laughter and the screams
‘Til we learn to love each others broken spaces
And bare the scars we’ve always tried to hide
Despite the hope and wish of what we long for
No heart with ours will ever coincide